Reaching to look outside myself
to pull the words up and out
of the well within
the weather causes me to feel
weighted down like
heavy murky fog
settled on a lake
or blighted fall leaves
that have floated down
to settle on pools
of water
stuck there one on top another
unable to do anything
but finish dying
finish being
even as the sun shares
the gray sky with clouds
© January 2019 Renee Espriu
I found this poem in my drafts and as I have not posted anything recently, decided to post this. Winter is finally coming to an end (I hope) but this is how I feel about it here in Washington, having been born and raised in California. Thanks to all who follow this site for your patience.
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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